the world is pouring into you
a waterfall
a rush
a once in a lifetime
you drink your usual earl grey

milk, no sugar
under a pile of clouds
you feed your pigeons in squares
and think:
am I too old for this
what shall I wear tonight?

your streets are blushing with joy
like the cheeks of a woman in love
I too am in your blood,
a cocktail of sounds,
I hold a little boys hand
and in his eyes,
two blue wide screens,
you slowly open up your robes
and wave

turn, turn,
uncover your veils
let us see
the face of the bride of the Earth
walking towards the altar
with a torch in her heart,
and five rings on her finger

*picture from Internet

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